67 Tame

Ying Sheng's lips pursed like she'd been chewing a lemon rind. Taping her feet, she sat there lazily, showing no interest in what the man was saying. She was on a date with a man whose name she doesn't even remember. Was it Eros, Efren, or Ed? She had no idea. He was busily ranting about how successful he was at twenty-five. As if his money would let her throw herself at him.

Ying Sheng had to admit he was handsome with his tousled dark brown hair, which is thick and lustrous. His face was sharp and defined; his eyes were dark brown. He was the typical Casanova whom girls threw themselves at. Unfortunately, she wasn't part of those girls.

Ying Sheng winced, remembering how her mother had dressed her up for this date. She was wearing a black-white patchwork lace off shoulder long sleeve dress, which reached below her knees. Her long red hair was pulled up in a ponytail with light make-up. She looked like the typical good housewife now.